Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1231

Chapter 1231 - Mana Poisoning (Part 1)

By fusing all of their eyes into one, the Tyrants made their ability to absorb the elements almost as strong as that of a Balor and lessened the strain on their mana core.

Sucking a spell meant to cleanse it from the enemy’s energy signature and replace it with their own.

It cost mana and poisoned the Tyrant’s core, but the surprise effect of the instant counter made up for it. On top of that, Morok didn’t have to waste time or focus to prepare his spells because he could just use those of his enemies.

It was how he had butchered so many elves so quickly on his own. They had expected him to be stunned from crossing the Fringe’s border, whereas he had come out clear-headed, unleashing a couple of tier five spells as a welcome gift.

After that, he had finally let his fifth eye open without the risk of Awakening. His superior physical prowess combined with the ability to turn spells against their caster had done the rest.

Friya didn’t let the Morok’s elemental pillar go to waste. She rearranged the golden light from Dimensional Ruler so that it Warped the attack throughout the battlefield like a pinball. Dodging the pillar only meant to have it Warp again and appear from a blind spot.

The elves tried to Blink away, but their entry points became unstable and exploded in their faces, leaving them open to the multi-colored pillar that tore them apart before their sensitive ears could stop ringing.

"Remind me to never piss you off." Morok said.

"Same." Friya said amid pants. "Quylla is messing with the head of an elf, but she could use a hand."

"What? If she’s in danger, why did you leave her alone?" He said in outrage.

"For the same reason you did. To clear the path ahead and not go back to square one right after managing to escape!"

"That was my job! Did you really think I would abandon you? I’m not my father!" Morok said.

"Yes, I did and I’m sorry for it. Now, do you want to go help her or stay here and argue with me?"

Meanwhile, inside the Fringe, M’Rael didn’t know that the moment he had turned toward Quylla, she had detached the silvery tendril from Friya and used it against the elf to affect his judgment.

The thoughts and the greed were his own, but Quylla used the mind link to fan their flames, turning them into obsession. Even her screams of pain were exaggerated to lull M’Rael into believing to have already won.

The pain caused by the Raging Sun that the elf had infused his equipment with kept her from weaving spells, but not from using her brain. Quylla slowly crawled back, trying to appear helpless and buy as much time as she could.

Nalrond needed a few seconds to get Friya out of the Fringe and a few more to clear his head before he could help her.

’I need that wand. Once we understand its workings, the elves will be able to take back their rightful place on Mogar. On top of that, I will shove it up my ass.’ The last thought didn’t belong to M’Rael.

’That’s it? It’s too weak to be an attack, unless...’ M’Rael turned around, noticing that part of the stream of hard-light had circled around him to pick up Quylla and move her close to the border.